Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns
Contending factions, left with descending passions.
Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed
Never gotta wonder you're right, i left
Your father left you for another
He a message, i'm the runner
So here i am at the store for some chips
And i'm left for the corrections,
That was good shit, is there any left
Then called her dickface, she call the connect
He was being a bully so i left
I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed
Never ever pay rent
Take away what ever's left
Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high
Your family is left wondering why
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